Best Harry Poems
Pippa, sans slipper,loves causing a fight
She dampened Kate's spotlight,inviting her spite
Pip's lured a royal bastard, without much invite
And smiles sly and alluring, to the gossips delight
Unlike Cinderella, she's swept with no broom
Nor scrubbed any floors on her knees in her room
In fact her slim legs are both pampered and groomed
For her dresses are only one inch past her bloom.
Harry's wild antics have stirred some debate
The red headed playboy is in rut and must mate
Poor Harry, your passion's a fly on your plate
The fly's actions have been a royal nuisance of late.!
Britain longs to hear Pippa bemoaning her plight
A fair maiden in heat, a paparazzi's delight
No chance for Prince Harry to rescue this sprite
His sword's stuck in His zipper, it caused quite a bite
This royal fairy tale will end as all others,
Bland William and Kate will beget two royal brothers
Pippa and Harry play the press like two lovers
And we'll await photo's of them under the covers.
There once was a few chaps named Tom, Dick & Harry
Who for Hallows Eve were frightfully scary
For they were trying to undress
A woman you might guess
And scare the pants off of Mary.
So the silly spooks Tom, Dick & Harry
Who in their own way were ready to marry
So they each had a turn
Distilled with heartburn
To see who could pop Mary’s cherry.
Now who was the one to win over this cheeky chick
For they all tried really hard with a prickly trick
But Marry had the last laugh
When she gandered the scary staff
At the monster of Tom’s Harry ______.
...the last word is 'stick'...geez! people...come on now lol...all in good fun!
Sept.19.2018
Scary or Spooky poem
Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
N/A for contest
The Winds of change have come again.
To think we've lost another friend.
It grieves my heart, you left so soon.
I read your blog this afternoon.
A better place you've journeyed to.
God Speed Harry, thinking of You.
Dedication to Harry Horsman.
My condolences to his family.
Also want to thank Mandy a
True friend of Harry's for
informing us...
Michael Tor
Dedication is to my Friends who avoid judging:
You are not the judge
But judge you must
For earthly matters and such
Leave hell to satan or demons
But Heaven in fragrances of your words:
Epitaph, apology, poetry, piety, congrats - -
Even angels fall, why not us (Adamic) mortals -
When pride and ego explode in ungodly challenge!
NoTE:
Between writing, editing, posting this simple offering ... the good & bad in Me & of South Africa today, asserted themselves: our electricity brownouts & blackouts affect internet, editing, posting, and consistent connection. My one service provider, MTN, has been back today for a few hours now (after more than a weak of zero internet connectivity). You pay a price: seeing many versions of this JUDGEMENT poem. Shalom
As birds do in the serenity and majesty of sunset skies,
Some lose their inherent passion to roam.
So, we danced amid candlelight and the fireflies;
We did so when Harry came home.
His European adventure at an end,
After searching, after seeking hither and yon,
World traveler with a homeward trend,
At ease with shiny wood, pastel chiffon.
When Harry came home, the bees were hummin'
And butterflies floated lazily by;
When Harry came, guitars were strummin'
In the sultry heat of hot July.
When Harry came, he gave a hoot,
And swept me off my feet!
When Harry came home, the orchard was in fruit,
And honey was so sweet.
When Harry came home, time stood still
As he paused upon the stair;
When Harry came, whippoorwill,
And all was sunshine and fair.
I’m about to tell what’s an important story,
Of a singer who is sadly now long gone,
Whose story needs some increased recognition,
He could p’raps be described a special one.
He was born in nineteen forty two,
And sadly died in nineteen eighty one,
His memory and music though will never be forgot,
His charities and work continue on.
He made a lot of money, in America renowned,
At one point highest paid of all his peers,
And still the homeless charities do work that bears his name,
Despite him being gone for forty years.
At Height of fame he realised a fortune,
At times it reached 2 million a year,
At least a third of it though he did give away,
Philanthropy towards his causes dear.
In Britain there aren’t many who remember Harry’s name,
But some of his songs linger in their head,
They’ve heard about a morning DJ and cradles for cats,
And a better place to be than in their bed.
Songs autobiographical,
And others based on news that he had read,
At first he struggled for success like Mister Tanner did,
Ignored the critics views and what they said.
His passion was world hunger that was unacceptable,
He’d do what he could to eradicate,
The Harry Chapin Foodbank still stands proudly in his name,
And still relieving hunger to this date.
He always felt Long Island was the place to live his dreams,
Perhaps you’d say his opportunity,
To make a massive difference in the world to many folks,
Perhaps you’d say a better place to be.
He co- founded World Hunger Year,
With DJ friend that he knew called Bill Ayres
Congressional Gold Medal, a posthumous award
That later recognised each of his worthy cares.
On July 16th Nineteen eighty one his fate was sealed,
Going to a show in East Meadow, New York,
A truck crashed into him whose fault ended his life,
No more he’d ever sing again or talk.
That could have been the end of things, for others it sure would,
But Harry is the subject of this rhyme,
His legacy maybe seems as important as his life,
And not diminished with passing of time.
Theatres and student halls named in his memory,
Foundation chaired by Sandy, she his wife,
His legacy continues to improve the world today,
This story of a most important life.
Summer was lush when Harry came home;
And birds sang among southern trees.
Here at last, and no more to roam,
So, we danced in bloom fragrancies!
When Harry came home, days were lazy;
And all sultry were the nights!
When Harry came, fields of daisies;
And butterflies on vivid flights!
When Harry came home, the blues were playin';
And bees were blossom to blossom.
When Harry came, gossipers were sayin',
And the plum sunsets were awesome.
When Harry came home, he whirled me 'round,
The while the whole world spun!
When Harry came, trees sang with sound,
As blooms nodded in their oblivion.
When Harry came home, days were longer;
And day and night, frogs croaked.
When Harry came, the season was younger,
And sweetest sensations were evoked.
In a foreign sky, I gaze above
And spot those stars I named with love
After fellow poets who I dearly miss
Their memory still brings me bliss
There's Milton, shining bright and strong
As if he's still here, where he belongs
He was always the leader of our pack
Skills and strengths I still admire and lack
Close to him is Connie, gentle and kind
Her smile and warmth are always on my mind
She was the glue that held us together
I wish I could hug her just once more, forever
Then there's Harry, the newest of the three
His poetry oozes from his poetic soul and inspired me
He had a heart full of compassion and love
I know he's watching us from above
In this foreign sky, they may be far
But their light still guides us like a star
I'll keep their memory alive and bright
Until we reunite, in a heavenly light.
Written: June 8, 2023
Jesus Christ
Life ground to a halt
living down a dead end street
where there's no sunlight
and shadows of doubt linger...
Till your love blew them away.
© Harry J Horsman 2021
Then East of Eden,
Flown West passed Sun
No dead end, new life begun.
The ink of poems,
And tears, all dried,
Eternal hope and peace abide.
Death ground to halt.
The streets asphalt
Shines clear and bright,
With the Son's eternal Light.
No doubt or dread
In heaven lingers,
Poet pens lyrics for
Heavenly singers.
The tears and doubts
Of dying day
Are gone,
...Your love blew them away.
In Fond Memory of Harry Horseman
in collaboration with his poem; 'Jesus Christ'
Rest in the fullness of joy Harry
With love,
BJ
Though Harry did marry
The girl of his dreams
That move was contrary
In some ways, it seems.
For royals are loyal
To country and Queen,
Yet tensions did boil;
Life wasn’t serene.
Some trouble did bubble
‘Tween Harry and Will
And Meghan found royalty
Less than a thrill.
Reporters, on orders,
Too, gave them no peace.
Despite their supporters,
Their angst did increase.
In rebuke, both the duke
And the duchess agreed
That the limelight was something
They just didn’t need.
So to cope, what they hope
Is to step down and move
To Toronto, though Buckingham
Might not approve.
There’s debate so we wait
To see how this all ends,
For this “Megxit,” like “Brexit”
Our own lives transcends.
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
now there's a man who likes his food
He came in loud and proud, Uncle Harry.
We were glad our aunt Tee he did marry.
We liked him almost instantly, and well.
He always had the best stories to tell.
Until the cancer came into his life
Quickly wiped away so much of his strife
Ruining things and making us so mad.
Utterly defeated that he was so bad.
Written 11-9-2019
Contest: 8 Lines of Rhyme
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
Oh, peaceful sentinel of green,
With sweeping boughs and leafy screen!
Most trees provide a tranquil shade,
For picnickers in any glade
But you, O Willow, choose to smite,
And pummel passersby all night!
While common willows gently weep,
You cause the very bones to leap!
With one swift swish, you wreck a car,
And launch a Ford into a star.
You care not for a bird or bee,
An equal-opportunity brute tree.
You guard a dark and secret door,
Where furry friends pace on the floor.
A gentle poke upon your bark
Will freeze you silent in the dark,
A magic trick of wood and limb,
To keep your temper rather trim!
So hail the violent, twisted wood!
Misunderstood, yet understood.
The only tree, we must agree,
That strikes right back at botany!
H onored I am to know you Harry
A favorite poet to me you are
R ight at the top of my poet family
R ise you do enter and win contests
Y orkshire man married and a father
H umor is surely your forte' sir
O h how I wish to be so clever
R emember our years at PoetrySoup
S eems we became family overnight
M aking history year after year
A nd I hope for many more years to come
N ow I dedicate this poem to you as your Christmas gift
~~~MERRY CHRISTMAS~~~
~~~Harry Horsman~~~
For:"Gift Exchange" contest of P.D.
Carol Brown ~ 2011
3rd Place Winner
Harry the hedgehog was wandering by
Looking for a spot where he could fly,
This is quite serious cause hedgehogs you see
Well, they sort of wobble along just like me.
He wobbled along till he came to the pond
He looked at the rock that the frog sat on,
"If I flew off of there I just might get wet,"
And he chewed a hole in his bottom lip.
Miss Katydid sat on the back of a chair
And he wondered how she got way up there,
She gave a great leap, did a double back flip
And landed on poor Harry's sore little lip.
As he wandered along an old crow flew by
And swooped toward Harry from way up high,
And I heard Harry say as he gave a big sigh
"Won't somebody help me learn how to fly?"
Just about then a vulture flew in
And dug his claws into Harry's skin,
Then off he flew at a terrible pace
With Harry dangling from the Vulture's legs.
They dipped and dived, swooped and swirled
Until Harry thought they were leaving this world,
When suddenly he whirled and dove back toward earth
And sat Harry down by a big pile of dirt.
He wobbled his way to the top of this heap
Trying to decide if he should make the big leap,
He puffed up and bristled and to my surprise
Tears started to flow from his little eyes.
As his sore lip trembled, I heard him say
"I guess there'll be no more flying today."
I wanted to ask him what the matter could be
When I heard him say, "I got air sick you see."
Now Harry the hedgehog wobbles along,
Humming his own little hedgehog song,
He's happy, as happy as he can be
"I'll just wobble along like grandma," said he.
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